Scorched Forest

I leave the hospital section in tears and head straight for the labs. Sandra notices me and runs towards me. “You don’t look too well, what’s going on?”, she asks me. As if it weren’t obvious. “She’s dead, Sandra”, I stop and turn in her direction, “Dead! And it’s all her fault! She and her stupid, arrogant, small-minded idiocy of ‘Oh, Terra Gloria loves all her children, your sister will surely not die here’. She is evil, and I will put an end to this!” “What do you mean, ‘put an end to this’?”, Sandra asks as she pulls my arm as to keep me from doing anyone any harm. I shrug her off: “I’m just going to talk to her. Alone.”

My right hand reaches down into my pocket searching for the syringe. Reassured by its presence, I resume to walk to the labs, leaving Sandra behind. No one is there, and I slip through the half-opened door into the storage room. My eyes get caught by the white powder again. Oh, I know what I’m going to do to you. I fill a bit into an empty vial with a spoon I saw lying around, along with some potassium cyanide. Before I leave, I melt the mixture on a hot plate and close the vial. Then, I head to Ms. Silvia’s office. In order not to draw too much attention to myself, I open her door gently and then close it silently behind me. “Not bothering to knock, are we? You should be ashamed of yourself! I am sure your sister wouldn’t approve as well” Still trying to lecture me. The fireplace is lit, and I stare at it for a while. Small shards of glass, which I can only make out to be from vials similar to mine, reflect the light so it seems to sparkle. With a tear rolling down my cheek and a slight grin painting my face I take a few steps towards her, and stop right at her desk, sitting down in front of her. She rises up, plants her hands on the table in front of me and commands: “Explain yourself immediately, or I will have to take disciplinary action!”

My grin transforms into a smile, as I silently take the vial and a syringe out of my pockets, unite them and slowly pull out the liquid. Her upset stare starts to leak a bit of confusion, which grows even wider when I put the vial on the table. I then take the syringe into my right hand, stand up, turn my left hand upside down, and quickly pull the sleeve of her right arm up. Marks of a long-lasting heroin addiction reveal themselves and I stab the needle somewhere in between them. Ms. Silvia stands frozen as the liquid leaves the syringe to enter her body. When it is empty, I take it out, careful not to spill any blood on my side of the table, and take out a cloth from my back pocket. Ms. Silvia falls into her chair. The side I have not touched, I rub on Ms. Silvia’s hand, and then I walk towards the fireplace with it in one hand, the syringe and the vial in the other. With the side of the cloth, that has touched Ms. Silvia’s hand, I open the fireplace, toss the syringe in the midst and smash the vial by throwing it in the inner corner. I quickly close the fireplace again. As I look back, I see Ms. Silvia has passed out already, so I go and check if she’s still alive. Movement? No. Breath? No as well. Pulse? No again.